I was born in Dixie land [bad word] till the end
In Carolina I was raised by my granddaddy in my daddy’s ways
They both thought me right from wrong How to fight and how to get along
But my own life now is almost gone in southern ground I belong.
My final hour is drawing near so [bad word] sit by me right here
Let’s laugh and talk about our lives and the good ol days before I die.
Please give your word this vow you keep when I return to earth to sleep.
Let me dream forever under southern land with a Dixie flag tied in my hand.
 [bad word] When, when my time [bad word]  before they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
 I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down,
Just bury me in southern ground.

One last look at the country side before I close my weary eyes
Southern air for my last breath [bad word] my sweet angel of death
Sing Dixie while they lower me so I hear it for eternity
I can feel the reapers touch ashes to ashes dust to dust
 [bad word] When, when my time [bad word]  before they lay me down to rest
Friends, in my time of darkness, please grant me just this one last request
‘’Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton’’
Dixie land is where I wanna make my final stand,
 I don’t care if I’m in a box or not when they lay me down, 
Just bury me in southern ground.